if you would have been a tune
I would have whistled it day after day
if you would have been a song
I would have wore it in my voice
if you would have been a poem
I would have written it on my heart
if you would have been a flower
I would have waited for another spring to see you bloom
but you are nothing of that sort!
I know, you are just a piece of past
grown somewhere in my heart once upon a time
whose memory is like a melodious tune
warmth is like a love song
existance is like an aromatic flower
in my heart.
dear, how can I forget you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem